| My friend assures me it’s all or nothing
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| I am not worried- I am not overly concerned
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| My friend implores me for one time only,
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| Make an exception. |
| I am not not worried
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| Wrap her up in a package of lies
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| Send her off to a coconut island
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| I am not worried — I am not overly concerned
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| With the status of my emotions
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| Oh, she says, were changing.
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| But were always changing
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| It does not bother me to say this isn’t love
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| Because if you don’t want to talk about it then it isn’t love
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| And I guess I’m going to have to live that
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| But, I’m sure there’s something in a shade of gray
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| Or something in between
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| And I can always change my name if that’s what you mean
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| My friend assures me it’s all or nothing'
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| But I am not really worried
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| I am not overly concerned
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| You try to tell your self the things you try tell your self to make
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| Yourself forget
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| To make your self forget
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| I am not worried
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| If it’s love she said, then were gonna have to think about the
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| Consequences
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| She can’t stop shaking and I can t stop touching her and…
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| This time when kindness falls like rain
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| It washes her away and anna begins to change her mind
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| These seconds when I’m shaking leave me shuddering
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| For days she says.
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| And I’m not ready for this sort of thing
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| But I’m not gonna break
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| And I’m not going to worry about it anymore
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| I’m not gonna bend. |
| and I’m not gonna break and
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| I’m not gonna worry about it anymore
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| It seems like I should say as long as this is love…
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| But it’s not all that easy so maybe I should just
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| Snap her up in a butterfly net-
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| Pin her down on a photograph album
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| I am not worried
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| I’ve done this sort of thing before
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| But then I start to think about the consequences
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| Because I don’t get no sleep in a quiet room and…
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| The time when kindness falls like rain
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| It washes me away and anna begins change my mind
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| And every time she sneezes I believe it’s love
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| And oh lord… I’m not ready for this sort of thing
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| She s talking in her sleep-it s keeping me awake
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| And anna begins to toss and turn
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| And every word is nonsense but I understand it and
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| Oh lord. |
| I’m not ready for this sort of thing
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| Her kindness bangs a gong
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| It’s moving me along and anna begins to fade away
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| It s chasing me away. |
| she dissappears, and oh lord I’m not ready for this sort
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| of thing |